𝑯𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒆

❝I've reached that age where my brain goes "you probably shouldn't say that." To "what the hell. Let's see what happens."❞ •Warrior Hawke •Humourous •As straight as a circle • Ships with chemistry. Writer: #𝑇ℎ𝑒𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑝 ↻ + ♡ ?

||Still extremely nauseous, so I'll do replies when I'm able to. Sorry for the long wait.

--to make Dorian back off if he got overzealous at Fenris' appearance. After kissing his boyfriend's cheek he had slowly made his way towards the library, having decided it'd be best to collect the other mage on their way to see the Inquisitor.

--Hawke had gently taken the elf's hand in his own. "Don't worry about Dorian, I'll make sure he doesn't do anything and keeps his distance from you." While he knew that the Tevinter mage was curious and thirsted for knowledge, the brunette had prayed that he wouldn't be forced--

--know when to stop and use his damn brain. How you use your freedom is entirely up to you, I won't take that choice away from you." After a short moment of gazing into the man's eyes, the mage had leaned in to press a soft kiss to Fenris' lips. When he had broken the kiss,--

Hawke's eyebrows had furrowed upon the mention of the elf becoming a criminal if he asked for him to kill Anders. "You know that I'll never ask that of you, Fenris. No matter how angry I am with Anders, I'm not going to let you lose your freedom, not over an idiot who doesn't--

--questions about the wolf.

--pulled away and shifted to pick up the stack of papers with a frown. "I should take these to the Inquisitor, but I'd prefer if both you and Ghost were there too in case Anders is still lingering around somewhere." In truth, he'd rather just keep Fenris close, and he still had--

--them, and after the first occurrence of it, he had stopped answering the door unless he had specifically received a letter from someone asking for help beforehand. All of this because of what Anders had done. Rather than allow himself to continue dwelling on it, he had slowly--

--unlucky enough to cross paths with him. He'd much rather be a fugitive across all of Thedas, which is exactly what had happened in spite of his title in Kirkwall. It hadn't been enough to protect him from Templars knocking on his door and demanding he turn himself over to--

--as to go to Tevinter. Of all the damned places..." While Hawke was a mage himself, he wouldn't dare set foot anywhere near Tevinter, especially not after what they had done to Fenris. If he ever did, he wouldn't be responsible for his own actions towards the Magisters who were-

It had taken him several minutes to pull himself back together, one arm wrapping around Fenris' waist while he had gently ran his other hand through the wolf's fur; trying to wordlessly reassure both of them that he was okay. "I still don't understand how he can be such an idiot-

--did in Kirkwall." Never had he felt anger like that before, not even when he'd lost his family, and that had been a horrible time in his life.

--aflame in hazel eyes had been enough to tell him that he wasn't welcome around the champion any longer. Only once he had left had Hawke sat back down, his head dropping into shaking hands. "If you weren't here, Fenris... I'm not sure what I would have done to him after what he-

--Anders. The other mage had been extremely lucky that the elf had stopped him before he could scorch the skin and muscle off of the blonde's bones. "Put them down and get out, Anders. /Now/." The healer hadn't needed to be told twice, the blood boiling anger he could see--

If it hadn't been Fenris who had been the one to intervene, if it had been anyone else in the Inquisition, he would have simply pushed them aside. As it was his boyfriend however, he had paused and forced himself to take a deep breath before taking a couple more steps away from--

--been a mere growl as he had begun rounding on the blonde haired mage, eyes narrowed in fury. It had been a long time coming as he'd had little choice but to bottle his anger away when the healer had vanished off of the face of the planet during the chaos in Kirkwall.

--You went to Tevinter, Anders. Do you /really/ think either of us can trust anything that comes out of your mouth? First you blew up the blighted chantry, then you travel Tevinter. And now you honestly think we're inclined to trust you at your word?" The champion's voice had--

--what I found in Tevinter on Corypheus. His actual name, which family of mages he came from..." When the papers had been offered to Hawke, the brunette's eyebrows had risen; making no move to take them from the other mage. "And you expect us to trust that /any/ of it is true?--

--had befriended it, questions could wait until the healer had left the room. "What in--" An irritated grumble had left Anders mouth before he'd scrambled through the bag slug over his shoulder, pulling a stack of papers out as a scowl had been shot the warrior's way. "This is--

Hawke had needed to swallow back a chuckle at the priceless expression that had spread across Anders face when the wolf had entered the room, a smirk tugging at the corners of the brunette's mouth. Although he had questions on just where Fenris had found the wolf, and how he--